Bashment Page #4

YOU FEEL THAT SH*T?

BELIEVE.

YO FANG.

WHA' GWAN, FAM?

YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK BAD.

I BRUNG YOU IN:

'CAUSE YOU RECKONED

YOU COULD MANAGE.

SO, WE SKIPPED

THE FIRST ROUND OR WHAT?

[FANG]

THEM RECKON WE MISSED

THE WHOLE THING, PERIOD.

WE BOUNCED!

BOUNCED?

BOUNCED?

BOUNCED, BROTHER.

YOU MEAN YOU DID STAN' THERE

AND LET THEM TELL YOU

WE WAS BOUNCED AND NEVER

TELL 'EM NUTTIN' BACK?

WHAT YOU WANT ME

'A TELL 'EM, MAN?

"IT'S 'CAUSE

WE'RE BLACK"?

THE ILLMANICS IS BOUNCED,

AND THE LITTLE WHITE

PIG-F***ER

FARM BOY IS T'ROUGH?

HOW YOU PULL THAT TRICK,

COUNTRY?

[ORLANDO]

HE WAS ON TIME?

ORLY...

YO!

MC J.J.!

GET READY,

YOU'RE GONNA BE UP!

[ORLANDO]

I'M COOL.

YOU'LL SEE ME BETTER

FROM OVER HERE, YA.

J.J.,

I'M COOL.

MC J.J., GET READY

TO TAKE THE STAGE.

COME.

OVER HERE.

PLEASE.

[LAUGHTER]

RIGHT HERE.

WHERE I CAN:

SEE YOU, YEAH?

YO,

SOON AS THIS TRACK DONE,

YEAH?

YEAH, MAN.

SAFE.

[CROWD SINGING]

[GASPS]

SORRY.

I'VE NOT SAID

THANK YOU, HAVE I?

GRATITUDE IS SOMEWHA OF A DYING ART.

ONCE A MAIDEN WOULD'VE AWARDED

HER KNIGHT HER FAVOUR TO WEAR.

AND HE WOULD HENCEFORTH

WEAR IT WITH PRIDE.

YOU KNOW IT WASN' YOUR FAULT, DON'T YOU?

THAT YOUR PEOPLE

DON'T APPRECIATE YOU.

IT MUST BE EVEN MORE

DISAPPOINTING FOR YOU,

WHEN IT COMES:

FROM YOUR OWN, LIKE THAT.

AS OPPOSED TO WHEN

IT COMES FROM YOUR OWN?

[CHUCKLES]

WELL,

YOU COME TO EXPECT IT FROM

THE WHITE-TRASH ELEMENT.

BUT NEVER FROM THE NICE

MIDDLE-CLASS WHITE BOYS.

I MEAN, THEY JUST LOVE

THE QUEERS, DON'T THEY?

TRUST ME, I'M UNDER NO ILLUSIONS

REGARDING THE MIDDLE-CLASSES.

BUT THEY DON'T GO QUEER-BASHING

ON THE STREETS.

NO, THEY GO QUEER-BASHING

IN THE PRESS:

AND THE HOUSE OF LORDS.

AND AS FOR THE BLACKS,

SURELY THEY SHOULD

UNDERSTAND OPPRESSION,

SHOULDN'T THEY?

AFTER ALL:

THEY'VE BEEN

THROUGH'?

WELL, SHOULDN'T THEY?

AFTER ALL,

WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME SIDE,

AREN'T WE?

AREN'T WE?

IN A WORLD WHERE

TWO AND TWO MADE FOUR,

WE SHOULD BE.

WHAT DOES TWO AND TWO MAKE

IN THIS WORLD?

A LYNCH MOB.

IT DOESN'T LOOK BROKEN.

I'M SORRY!

[DOOR CLOSES]

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME

TRUTH IS--

I'M A BI OF A THEORETICAL QUEER.

STRONG ON CONCEPT,

LOUSY IN PRACTICE.

KISSING...

CONFUSES ME.

YOU ARE:

ARRESTINGLY LOVELY

AND INSTANTLY:

INTRIGUING:

AND HENCEFORTH,

I SHALL INVARIABLY

RECALL THE...

TREMBLING:

EXCITEMENT OF...

SITTING ON A BEAN-BAG

IN YOUR...

STRANGE LITTLE BURROW

OF A HOME.

AND I WILL SMILE AND WEAVE

FLORID FANTASIES

OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

IF ONLY I'D HAD THE BALLS

TO ASK YOU OUT.

BUT IF I FUMBLE THROUGH

A CLUMSY ATTEMP TO ACTUALLY CONNECT WITH YOU

FOR REAL...

I'LL F*** IT ALL UP.

AND SO, REGRETTABLY...

I CANNOT STAY.

WAIT.

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